Policeman:The Goodfella!

Policeman:The Good Fella!

"  Face of State's power—A Policeman— trained to hold his instincts as basic as a reflex against oppression, just to extend protection to the weak; underneath his 'Khakhi' lives a hero— inspiring many by the difference he makes 'SeVeN days a week'...(Idea: He works tirelessly to be the strength of the weak.)

Certainly a 'force' to reckon with—with the full might of being upright; when motivated to deliver it for a noble cause, he doesn't give way without a fight!

No job is as pressing & demanding though, as peculiar is his every case's tenor & the tone; no 'play book' comes in handy for him, when he is ought to take on the challenges spot on!

 Maintenance of law & order ain't the only thing his rulebook seeks, his presence alone instills confidence in a person—a person hitherto thought to be meek.

This world often proves for him a complex jungle—governed by the rules of the bewildering wild; he is often forced to tread the menace of the public gaze—feeding on the humility of his humble origins & the insecurities of his caring Wife & Child...

You know it! When in need, nothing is as reassuring as the option of calling a Cop; only he is the one who will have your back as part of his rightful job!

The more you ever care to notice a suited-booted & a cultured disciplined Cop, understand that the lesser he had to leave of himself for his distraught dependent folks(his family)...

The 'plight' of his family is often overlooked, & often remains out of the public gaze; no one unfortunately care to wonder as how hard is it for him to perform at his best, on an ever critical stage...

He fears to have his shoes filled, just because of the hardships of his daily drills; the dreams of his 'kid' gives him chills, & he finally leaves it all to the destiny's will!

(P.S: A policeman can rarely afford what his kids or family deserve, & can rarely spend quality time as a parent. Still people curse him. )

His sacrifice is unmatched, especially when a 'Blooming society' needs him to wean out the daunting weed; I can only hope for a situation where a 'stress less ' policeman could also be present at his home to sow some formative formidable seeds...

The more is left to his discretion, you see, the more is expected of him to unravel; the more he tries to claim out of his innate virtues, the more frontiers are placed before him to quarrel...

... A force to reckon with... Yes! But, when in a sticky spot, he intentionally fail to salvage a misstep by way of a bookish recourse; he is forced to execute 'formality' as informally as possible as a 'saving way' in his daily discourse...

yet, in the end, he goes frustrated—he is a human you see—and often seen praying for his honesty's demise; he finally bows down before the 'demand' of the public—that shouldn't come to you as a surprise-surprise!

(P.S: Samaaj ko #Police waisi hi milti hai, jaisa samaj khud hota hai.)

Still, in the seclusion of this virtually connected world, where seldom in a neighbourly capacity the real "help" is sought; obliging '#Policeman' will always come in handy when I or my neighbours were in a sticky spot...

In our developing society, the 'bar' to judge his performance is expected to be continuously raised; critics will keep on meekly criticize his every effort as for them 'criticism seem more lucrative than the praise'...

...Criticism just seem more lucrative than the Praise!"

~Praveen Katiyar

NOTE: Personally for me, a Policeman is an 'Epitome of Sacrifice'.

"Dedicated to my Father—a common Policeman."

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